Warm Vanilla Sugar

Warm Vanilla Sugar.


It's the one scent I absolutely stand when I smell it. Why, you ask? Well, it's the smell of betrayal and pain. I had a friend from Grand Rapids, MI. She was going through the rebellion but played it off as she was having a strong disagreement. I love making friends and helping people to a fault. Well we met at a convention. I stayed in touch with her. We became close. She eventually needed a place to stay. My mom, who was eager to see me gain a friend, let her stay with us. Welcome Home!

She had a car and was willing to help with our family budget. I was happy and showed her around town. We bump heads as imperfect people. She picked me up from school and took me places. I was grateful. She found work at a paralegal office. Well, though the friendship looked perfect from the sidelines and like a well-built house, the foundation was not solid. I found out eventually.

It came to the light. She has been not so holy in conduct. She did something with my young sibling. She has been around the neighborhood. I was hearing about the conduct. I was so hurt about the things I had heard. Now, when I smell Warm Vanilla Sugar. I am reminded about the betrayal and pain I felt.


Curve for Men.

Prior my baptism, I had dated a couple individuals. This one was the ultimate decision I made over continue with my dedication. I had my heart tied up and split into for this guy. I felt like proceeding with my goal of baptism would have been half-hearted and not fully committed. Though, my family was not happy and neither Jehovah. I had respect the provision of baptism that is sacred and meaningful. However I chose to be with this guy and date him. Bad choice I have ever made. I suffer the consequence. The smell of his cologne stuck with me and I used to be fascinated with it.

It was his trademark like Satan's trademark is he is the Father of the Lie. After a 3 year wake-up call, I trucked towards repentance. I realized that it was not worth my life. No one is worth my life that cannot bring me back to life. Now, when I smell it after I had started studying it startled me. I used to think that he was pleading for me to come back, which he has. I declined with the help of Jehovah.
However, I despise this smell of cologne. I don't think they make it anymore.


Hospitals.

When I smell clinics or a fresh cotton ball, the smell of hand sanitizer, latex gloves and the hospital's fragrance. I feel comfortable. I crave been there in the hospital. I also love the scenery as well. You might think that I am weird because I love the smell of a place that is normal full of tension, sadness, grief, pain and hopeless. Well, I loss my mother at a hospital in 2012. She was the greatest. Though, the hospice was so dead and depression because it's like the board game named "Life." It was the end of the road where all dreams end, thoughts, desire, health, sanity and life itself is over. I'm happy that we have the resurrection hope (John 5:28,29).

I feel so content and loved at a hospital, doctor and I don't know if that is a career change hint. Yet, I don't feel it. I am just peaceful. In fact, I asked my husband to take me to the hospital. He questioned me like I was having pain, so I have to be clear next time. I want to hang out at the hospital for lunch and just sit. I might ask him to drop me off just to chill.

Well this was fun and based on a true story. I am happy to share.